lirik.web.id
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu cage - dip wet

Loading...

[verse 1: tame one]
weathermen doppler radar
accurate forecast from the trainyard
from the almost famous but i ain’t large
that’s the medium
encyclopedia brown is here with me again
foreign power god like “this must be the ten”
you’ll get f-cked up and wetted for production credit
and standing too close to the edge to try and end it
this the daredevil man without fear over here
so f-cked up i try to drink weed and smoke beer
great date making a tape
iller than everything in this milk crate
sicker than the stick that’s in the pill case
c0ke or base smoking an eighth
guess who’s back
with [?] for construction [?]
and popping off with caps
it’s the b-boy captain troy
drug store cowboy
nuts over the coco like this was almond joy
mad dogs want it [?]
grab a redhead from out the bas-m-nt
don’t get it twisted, i got it braided
rated r, ghetto star, boom skwad pres with the jars
like d-12 bizarre with at least 8 bars
we move by with the green destiny sword
i get high when i record
sober, tape over jokers when i be bored
word bond, after we doing these songs and skits
push up in a strong b-tch after an eastern conference performance
meet the blade shark, trademark
the beaties and some nikes, and a 5-pack of 3x white tees
i’m the ol’ dirty b-st-rd uncut, tip wet

[hook: cage & tame one]
oh look your chick’s wet
dip wet
oh look your chick’s wet
we going dip wet, dip wet, dip wet, dip wet, dip

[verse 2: cage]
leak brother from another mother box cutter
b-tter discover i ain’t missing it
so gutter i could jacuzz in my own p-ss and sh-t
no move is subtle
got a clip for you to cuddle f-g
feet, hands and head will get stuffed in a duffel bag
t-ts, you ain’t got enough to grab
first day out the p-ssy it was “blow me mom and f-ck you dad”
high school to the hospital, hospital to me in the shelf
i’m so real chris palko can’t even be hisself
who the f-ck wanna lead sheep all day, i’ll head beneath them
after i’m coppin’ a bag like a dead policeman
i go ape sh-t like digested bananas
in a world infested with cameras, y’all just flesh for piranhas
you want my spot, i abandoned my vehicle
record labels are like b-tches and none want to be with you
gun in my face i hope you don’t expect me to panic
i gave up on suicide y’all have to take me off this planet
weathermen pop out like a great white’s jaws when it’s snacking
i’ll break your rib cage and ask you what the f-ck’s cracking
this camp blood, y’all get more than a bear hug
i’ll sh-t on your dreams and wipe my -ss on your prayer rug
don’t try to come at me, you too righteous to know me
middletown rappers that ain’t with est can blow me


Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI

Loading...